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    The Huangpu River in the evening looks much calmer and mysterious against the lights of the tall buildings along its banks. The sparkling waves are rippling tirelessly like this

    A "Warrior" is parked in the emergency parking zone of Lupu Bridge with double flashes.  At this time, Qi Lin was sitting quietly in the driver's seat, silently watching the river where countless stories flowed, and smoking cigarettes one after another.  The mind is like a movie projector, and the films appear one by one in front of the eyes.  Go to the beach!  In the more than 100 years since the opening of a small fishing village in the south of the Yangtze River into an international metropolis, many people with lofty ideals or robbers and scum have come to the stage one after another, from the puffing of Western opium to the steaming smoke of Oriental cannons, from the Jin Rong Yuesheng  The legend of the hero to the history of Xueyan Zhongzheng, from Xu Wenqiang to Ma Yongzhen, from Feng Chengcheng to Lu Xiaoman

    With the low and hoarse WhatAwonderfulWorld by the Godfather of Jazz "Armstrong" on the car CD, my mind slowly turned to my ordinary but somewhat unique 34-year-old life.

    Born in an extremely ordinary peasant family in the north, he studied at an unknown university, joined the army, and was later discharged from the army because of his tendency to feel uncomfortable even if he didn't fight. In Qi Lin's own words: Soldiers don't fight.  , it is better to weave mats and mosquito nets!  Then he wandered all over the world, like duckweeds, dandelions, and Quixote. He was miserable, arrogant, fell down, and got up until he came to Shanghai and met the virtuous and kind-hearted woman.  For her who is intellectual, her wandering comes to an end and stability begins.  Then came marriage and the birth of a daughter, just like most of the cycles of welcoming the sunrise and seeing off the sunset.  From the perspective of ordinary people, Qi Lin should be regarded as a small success. With seven years of hard work in Shanghai, he not only obtained an MBA degree that can prove that the ancestral graves are smoking, but also completed the transition from part-time job to professional career.  His transformation into a boss of a medium-sized company was a small alternative footnote to his dream of being a general that he had buried deep in his heart but gave up halfway.

    ¡°Perhaps according to the normal life script, Qi Lin¡¯s follow-up story is the normal trajectory of the ups and downs of the business world and the sunset, but God made a not too small joke on Qi Lin at this time.  During a routine physical examination organized by the company, the doctor found a nodule the size of a corn kernel on Qi Lin's liver. Qi Lin suddenly panicked. After all, he was only in his early thirties, his wife was still beautiful, his daughter was still young, and his father and mother were old.  You are entering the pain of aging, and your career has just started. Could it be that one of the pillars of your career has just fallen?  And under the whole nest, how long will it take for the eggs to be completed?  Qi Lin suddenly found that he was afraid to think deeply.

    After forcing himself to calm down and check again to confirm the reality of this hateful little thing with unknown benign and evil nature, Qi Lin really calmed down. The calmness developed by the special forces soldiers who walked on the blade for several years turned out to be somewhat effective.  Qi Lin knew very well what the following meant. It was nothing more than surgery, chemotherapy, consolidation, recurrence, surgery again, chemotherapy again until the fat person became thinner, the whole person was reduced to nothing, and finally became another piece of loess circulating in the arms of Mother Earth.  .

    Qi Lin doesn¡¯t want to let the doctor manipulate him. Since the final result is determined, why not be more free and easy, decent, and even unruly!

    ¡°It¡¯s going to rain and my mother wants to get married, just let it go¡±!  Qi Lin put out the cigarette butt, turned the key, and the warrior roared, which turned into the unique sweet clicking sound of a diesel engine, at least that's what Qi Lin thought.

    The low beam lights were on, and Qi Lin in the dim cab showed his outline under the light. He had a face with clear features, a straight bridge of nose and a slightly thick lower lip. The former represented perseverance.  The latter's ad is stubborn. If it were during the day, you would realize that Qi Lin's eyes are the real focus. There is a trace of smile in his usually lazy eyes, but when he is serious, it immediately turns into a hissing murderous aura. Maybe this  It must have been forged by several years of special forces service. After all, the military logos of lightning and swords all require the concentration of murderous intent.

    The car started slowly and then sped away.  "Yes, go find that bastard Wasp." In an instant, Qi Lin knew the destination of his trip, to go to a place far away from the hustle and bustle and with comrades who had fought side by side, and have a good quiet time, even if they didn't say a word to each other.  OK.  Throwing your damn worries into the Mariana Trench first is really in line with Qi Lin's character. He has the energy to finish the last half of his cigarette even if the sky is falling.

    Once Qi Lin determined his goal, there was no hesitation at all. He quickly sent a text message to his wife. The words were very ordinary: If you are tired, go find a quiet place to relax and take a rest. It may be a week or half a month.  .  As for the company, there is no need to worry too much. Half a year ago, Qi Lin had promoted an employee who had been starting his own business step by step, and given him a certain amount of shares to manage the company's affairs on his behalf. He was just short of one position.  That¡¯s all.

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    Speaking of wasps, they are not the wasps with wings that sting people, but the horses on the road, the peaks of the mountains, ordinary?With the roads we see every day, his height of 1.88 meters can be considered a mountain peak.  The origin of the name Hornet is attributed to Qi Lin and another person - the former squad leader.  This extremely perverted leading comrade set two rules for Qi Lin and Wasp from the first day they entered the special forces.

    First, everyone must have a nickname, which will serve as the official code name for the second detachment of the Special Forces Brigade in the future, and the nickname must be related to biology.  You can choose a nickname by yourself, or you can give each other a nickname that fully promotes the comradeship of mutual help and love. If the nickname is unqualified, it will be designated by the squad leader, but it cannot be modified without authorization.

    So under Qi Lin¡¯s random creativity and the squad leader¡¯s brutal assignment, the second squad officially transformed into Jurassic Park.  Qi Lin is very lucky. At least the homophone of "Qilin" sounds auspicious and upright. Yuan Yi is not so lucky. The "ape" jumping up and down does not fit the glorious image of this sunny and handsome boy at all. Li Weigang  Became a "carp", Ma Feng became a "wasp", and the saddest thing was Comrade Fan Changhe. It was difficult for the surname Fan to be related to animals and plants no matter what, so a collective vote was made by a show of hands, and among the "rice bucket" and "rice bucket" submitted by the squad leader comrade  Among the "scumbags", he chose the title of "rice bucket", which was extremely unsuitable for Comrade Changhe, who had a hint of immortality.  But the most annoying thing is that after the nickname was chosen, the squad leader himself told everyone that from now on, please call me "Captain Youth, the peerless youth."  Where are Fanghua and Fang Gang?  It is clearly a manifestation of narcissistic and showy bureaucracy!

    The second refers to the military interpretation of the deer as a horse.  The team leader blows the whistle to assemble, then holds an extremely ordinary egg in his hand, and then encourages everyone to tell what this thing is.

    "The report is an egg."  "Very good, fifty push-ups to serve"!  The poor ape's face looked like a withered bitter melon.

    "The report is a duck egg."  "Very good, I'll wait for the same fifty push-ups"!  The timid carp turned into a salty fish that was difficult to turn over.

    All kinds of eggs, whether chicken, duck, goose, crocodile, ostrich or platypus, eggs of various degrees, from raw to half-cooked, were looked at after twenty-four people took turns to do fifty push-ups without discrimination.  The young comrade walked leisurely from the left to the right of the team, and then from the right to the center. He stood still and said meaningfully, "This is called peach"!

    "Why?" twenty-four voices of different thicknesses and pitches all asked in the same tone.

    "Everyone will do another fifty push-ups! And remember not to ask why in the future. From today on, the thing I'm holding is called a peach, and it's still hairy. Look how fresh it is!"

    It was quiet, surprisingly quiet, without a sound, although everyone wanted to go up and snatch the peach egg from Captain Youth's hand, step on it three hundred times, and throw it into the smelliest toilet.

    So, the first class of the second squadron of the first squadron of the special brigade came to a successful conclusion.

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